“You were never going to give me another chance, were you?” he asked after watching her for a moment. Fallon looked up startled before looking back down at the things she was packing. He moved out of the bed, pulling on a pair of boxers before looking back over at her.

“I didn’t say that,” she said in a cold voice. She reached for some of her underwear, throwing it in her bag.

“You didn’t have to. I can tell by the way you’re acting. I can tell by the way you are quickly packing, hoping not to wake me.”

“No, I have an early flight.”

“Fallon, look at me,” he said.

She did and he could tell that she had already made her mind up, and she was leaving.

Without giving him that chance.

“I showed you my heart, I told you everything.”

“I know, and I’ve learned a lot, but I can’t get over my trust issues.”

“I told you I didn’t know!” Lucas yelled, startling her. She looked back at him and he knew she heard the desperation in his voice. “I didn’t want to sleep with her, Fallon.”

“You didn’t,” she whispered, turning her whole body to face him.

“What?”

“You didn’t sleep with her. You passed out before you even did anything.”

Say what?

Surely he didn’t hear her right. “What?”

“I saw her last night, and she told me, but even so, I’ve spent the past seven years hating what you did to me. Blaming myself, and to find out that you were sick and then to find out you never even slept with her,” she slowly shook her head as she continued, “I feel like everything was set in motion to keep us apart. That we weren’t meant to be together.”

Lucas took a step towards her. “But we are now.”

“No, we are meant to raise Aiden together. We aren’t meant to be together.”

Lucas shook her head. “You are delusional! If that was all it was, you wouldn’t have slept with me. What did you use me?”

Fallon rolled her eyes. “Please, you came on to me, and I couldn’t resist. It’s undeniable that I want you, Lucas, I do, but I can’t do this.”

“Why? Why sleep with me then?”

Fallon shrugged her shoulders. “I slept with you because I needed the closure. This was our closure Lucas. We’re good now.”

“I’m not!” Lucas yelled, running his hands through his hair before letting out a breath.

“You will be. You’ll find someone that you’re meant to be with.”

“I’m meant to be with you!”

“No, you’re not. If you were then all this stuff wouldn’t have happened.”

“This is bullshit,” Lucas said, collapsing into a chair. “I just don’t understand. Are you trying to hurt me? Is that what you are doing?”

Fallon shook her head. “No, I’m trying to protect you. I can’t fully give myself to you because I don’t trust you. I am fine when it is just me and you in this house, but this isn’t reality. We both have lives, and I will constantly be worried you’re f**king someone else while you’re gone. I can’t do this Lucas. I can’t.”

“You won’t even give me a chance though!”

“Because I’ve already been burned by you. Yes, the situation was f**ked up then but you burnt the bridge of us. I’m too scared.”

A long moment passed as they stared into each other eyes. Fallon’s eyes filled fast with tears as Lucas looked at her, feeling nothing but defeat. He knew he was losing her. Fallon turned, picking up her bag to leave. When she looked back at him, he looked down at the ground, taking in another deep breath, willing himself not to cry.

“I’m sorry, Lucas,” Fallon cried softly.

Lucas looked up at her, his own tears filling his eyes. “Me too, Fallon. Me too.”

He let her go. He couldn’t make her stay and he had already begged.

What else could he do?

Chapter 28

Lucas was a mess.

Not only had he already been in the sin bin four times, he had thought of Fallon nonstop as he continually took his frustration out on all the Sharks players. If he wasn’t throwing them against the boards, he was smashing their faces in with his fist.

Lucas was in a very bad mood.

As he skated out of the penalty box towards the bench, one of the Sharks laughed, and Lucas turned to face the guy.

“Got something to say, Bishop?” Lucas sneered as he changed the direction he was going to go to his old friend from the Sharks.

“Yeah, take another cheap shot at my goalie and I’ll f**k you up, you pus...”

Bishop only got out the first part of the offending word before Lucas’ fist connected with his mouth. Bishop dropped to the ground and before Lucas could go after him, Jakob and Phillip were pulling him back as the referees skated around blowing those stupid ass whistles.

“Both of you, box!” one of the referees said. Lucas shrugged his shoulders and skated towards the box again before taking a seat next to the box attendant.

“Not your game tonight, huh Brooks?”

Lucas shook his head. “Not looking that way.”

“Looks like Bacter is pissed,” the attendant said. Lucas looked across the ice where Coach Bacter was throwing his clip board and waving his arms above his head.

“I think you are right,” Lucas said with a shrug before letting out a long breath. As he leaned against the back of the penalty box, people slammed their fists against it, trying to provoke him. Since he knew he couldn’t fight a fan, he took in another long breath and closed his eyes.